I feel more and more hopeless. After going to the provincial capital several times, there is still no news.
I feel like I'm going crazy.
? Seeing the little girl begging on the street, I thought of Mingming, could Mingming be one of them.
Once, I followed a girl for a few streets and entered a long alley.
Then, I was beaten by a strong man, even so, I still did not give up, hugging the man's thigh, I asked him if he had seen my daughter.
If he releases my daughter, I am willing to pay any amount.
The man looked at me like a madman, without a trace of sympathy, and his fists hit me like raindrops.
In the end, I was thrown in the alley like a dead dog.
In the provincial capital, I missed the last train bound for Jiangyuan Town. Along the way, I backed up several times and walked more than ten kilometers on foot.
When I came back, it was already very late, and the winter night could not see the color.
I washed my face, just in time to see the man returning home with a wine bottle.
A puff of breath couldn't stop coming up.
I am looking for my daughter in such pain, but what about him? The culprit, how could he live such a carefree life?
I went downstairs, lifted the door stick on the back of the door, and went straight to his house angrily
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The diary ends here.
The last entry in this diary caused an unprecedented chill in Mingqiu in this late autumn.
Ming Qiu remembered that from the autumn of that year, his father often went to the provincial capital, and every time he came back he looked exhausted, as if he had aged several years.
I don't know since when, he never asked the crippled grandson opposite him to drink again.
I don't know when, Lame Sun never appeared in the eyes of everyone again.
After reading his father's diary, he seemed to understand that Lame Sun's death was related to his father Wan Xingmin.
Silently put his father's yellowed diary in the suitcase.
Father Wan Xingmin passed away three years ago. Three years ago, he led the students in his class on an autumn outing.
A few playful boys took advantage of the teacher's inattention and ran to swim in the Xishui River downstream of the town. One of the children was about to sink after he jumped a few times in the water because of his poor water quality.
In fact, his father Wan Xingmin's water skills are not good. In Ming Qiu's memory, his father can only do a few tricks, and he doesn't last long.
Therefore, when he jumped into the water and desperately pulled the boy to the shore, he sank due to exhaustion and never got up again.
The people of the town searched in the Xishui River for three days and three nights, and finally salvaged his body. His entire hands were still raised.
For his father, Ming Qiu actually feels guilty.
Over these years, a person raised himself as both a father and a mother, and he left before he had time to honor his old man.
As a lawyer, Ming Qiu knew that his father's diary should be handed over to Police Officer Chen.
But he didn't do that.
His father has been conscientious and upright all his life, and he doesn't want his father to get a bad reputation after his death.
Lame Sun, he is dead, and it has been more than ten years. Even if the father has to bear something, he has already gone to another world to see the crippled grandson. What's the point of entanglement between the living and the living?
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In the small town in late autumn, it is rainy at night. Compared with the decadent old street, the new street presents an attitude of advancing with the times.
Half of the street is full of the smell of hot pot restaurants. The street is full of incense, noodle shops, specialty snack bars, and restaurants, showing a booming situation.
The mala tang shop on the corner of the street is not big, and the boss held up a big umbrella at the door of the shop.
When a couple under the umbrella checked out and left, Wan Mingqiu walked in, sat down, and greeted the boss with a smile.
Ming Qiu knew the owner of the Mala Tang shop.
They are all old neighbors, the boss and his father Wan Xingmin are of the same generation, his real name Ming Qiu is not clear, but the neighbors call him Wan Mazi.
In fact, it is just a few chickenpox marks on the face.
Wan Mazi used to open a spicy skewer shop in the old street, but after the construction of the new street?The business on the old street is getting worse day by day, and it becomes unbelievably quiet at night.
Wan Mazi rented a small front room on the corner of Xinjie Street, carried forward the spicy skewer shop, and turned it into a spicy hot shop.
If the name is changed, it is also changing the soup but not the medicine.
Mingqiu likes Wan Mazi's fat rice rolls the most, it can be said to be a childhood memory.
A large pot is supported at the door of the store, and a colander is used. When the sweet potato starch is poured into the colander, the cauldron boils, and translucent sweet potato flour is formed one after another.
The natural and pollution-free vermicelli is turned twice in the pot, scooped up in a bowl, and then a large spoonful of Wanmazi's ancestral secret roasted fat sausage, the taste is almost gone.
Wan Mazi smiled when he saw Ming Qiu's big belly.
"When did Mingqiu come back? I haven't seen you for several years. The young man is getting more energetic as he grows up."
It can be said that Wan Mazi grew up watching Ming Qiu. In those years, when his father Wan Xingmin had no time to take care of Ming Qiu, he gave him three yuan to let Ming Qiu go to Wan Mazi's house to solicit fans.
Ming Qiu chuckled: "Uncle Wan, long time no see, your belly is getting more and more interesting."
Wan Mazi's laughter was particularly hearty.
"That is, it doesn't make any sense. Is it worthy of my title as a cook? How is it? Did you come back because of the demolition?"
"Yeah, I can't do it if I don't come back. My phone calls are going to be ringing up by Chunsheng every day."
Wan Mazi expressed his emotions: "Old Street, the place where I grew up, it's a pity that it was demolished as soon as it was said."
Ming Qiu said politely: "Society is developing and human beings are progressing. If this old street is demolished, it can be regarded as keeping up with the pace of the times."
"That's right, how about it? What do you want? Uncle will fix it for you."
"As usual, another bottle of beer."
Wan Mazi swiftly scooped up a large bowl of fatty sausage noodles and placed them in front of Ming Qiu.
"Mingqiu, it's rare for you to come back once. Your uncle Wan treats you. If you don't have enough, add more."
He opened a bottle of beer by himself, and then asked Aunt Wan to cut up a large plate of braised large intestine and serve it up.
"Anyway, it's closing soon, come, uncle will accompany you for a drink or two."
When there is wine and food, there will be more conversations.
This is the characteristic of the town, and there is no secret that cannot be resolved with two sips of wine.
Wan Mazi talked a lot when he was young, but at this age, his chattering nature has intensified.
After drinking a mouthful of cat urine, he hiccupped.
"Ming Qiu, you know, Lame Sun died in his cesspit."
Ming Qiu nodded.
"It's not a secret in our town, or in all the villages!"
"That's right, alas Sun Laizi, we all thought he returned to the provincial capital to make a fortune. Who would have thought that, for more than ten years, he has been lying in the cesspit of his house every day." (Remember this site website: www .hlnovel.com